So tired
of being
everyone's second best.
Second rate,  side plate
leftover trash.
Second friend, Second lover
Second daughter, Second mother.
Never first.
My naïve heart
is filled
with ample LOVE,
always ready to give
to the surpluses,
but never on the receiving end.
I get their  leftover love
from a feeding tube,
but not enough to viably LIVE.
I want to be wanted.
I want to be cherished
I want to be LOVED.
In somebody's heart,
I want to be FIRST.